i wish depression were an emergency. I wish someone could take one look at how sick I am and go “oh my god, we need to get you to a hospital!” and then when we get there I get rushed into surgery and the surgeons say “it’s a good thing you brought her here when you did, this is a seriously advanced case” and then they put me under and spend the next ten hours pulling metres of long, sticky black strands of gunk out of my body, throwing it immediately into an incinerator so that it can’t infect anyone else. And then they could stitch me back up and I could rest a few days, and when I leave the hospital everyone can see how much better I am and they congratulate me saying “well done, you’ve been so brave, I’m so glad you’re ok. I love you.
my bf just said whenever he comes over he feels like he has to be a caregiver </3 and feels like he cant hang out with "actual me" anymore. when will i realize no one will ever accept the real me and i just have to die
i want my bf to be worried and get me food but he literally doesn't care, i feel like a horrible person expecting it just cuz i want some attention lol. i think i need to starve harder